Kiosk man, kiosk man, what do you sell? There you are on center stage at the mall. Started with great hope. Each passerby a critic. Long hours spent hocking items, hoping for a few people to stop, look, buy.
Just a few words, like “nice items,” keep you going. Rarely a day when sales sizzle, spirits soar. You still believe.
Long hours though, soon you get a chair, holding back despair. Hoping for those great rewards, the critics passing by…